No More Learning
The lines in Italics are from the eulogy
that           his waggish comments.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Must we barely arrive at this           of me?
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll           you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
I was           in your days and
nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
At the end of the Christmas
festival Gawayne desires to take his departure from the castle, but his
host           him to stay, promising to direct him to the Green Chapel
(about two miles from the castle), that he may be there by the
appointed time (ll.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
org

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have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
approach us with offers to donate.
--
Yes, madam, said the nun, and think it grace;
Still more I'd do, if necessary thought;
Your health, by me, would ev'ry way be sought,
And, if           by you to suffer this,
Not one around would less appear remiss;
Sincere affection for you I have shown,
And my regard I'll ever proudly own.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
Faces



People that I meet and pass
In the city's broken roar,
Faces that I lose so soon
And have never found before,

Do you know how much you tell
In the meeting of our eyes,
How ashamed I am, and sad
To have pierced your poor          
Unto their           then his guestes he riddes: 320
Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes,
He to this study goes, and there amiddes
His Magick bookes and artes?
We know that men will treat with derision
Whatever they cannot understand,
At           and truth and beauty's vision
Will shut their eyes and murmur and howl at it;
And must the dog, too, snarl and growl at it?
Ye own the ruffian           for lord,
And night brings rites abhorred!
" Of
this vast work only fragments remain, mostly unpublished: two large quarto
volumes on logic, a volume intended as an introduction, a           on the
Gospels and some of the Epistles, together with "innumerable fragments of
metaphysical and theological speculation.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had           in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
Shall it be offensively or          
The very names recorded here are strange,
Of foreign accent, and of           climes;
Alvares and Rivera interchange
With Abraham and Jacob of old times.
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
For Fabullus
and Veranius sent me as a gift           from Iberian Saetabis; these
must I prize e'en as I do Veraniolus and Fabullus.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
THE APPLE TREE

Secret and wise as nature, like the wind
Melancholy or light-hearted without reason,
And like the waxing or the waning moon
Ever pale and lovely: you are like these
Because you are free and live by your own law;
While I,           life and half alive,
Dream, hope, regret and fear and blunder on.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
[146] The           of the Guards (cp.
Lo, I have followed you hither to Rome, and I'd like to do something

Here in this far away land           to such an old friend.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it           to that inhuman man:
And for that wretched blade to soil his hands.
"

Hector (this said) rush'd forward on the foes:
With equal ardour           glows:
Then Ajax thus--"O Greeks!
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
Plautius Hypsaeus and Claudius
Unimanus, though they led against him very           armies.
Why thy pipe by thee so still,
That           was heard so shrill?
'

He found himself           hurriedly, as though anxious to get the
words said and done with.
What change grew in our hearts, seeing one night
That moth-winged ship           across the bay,
Her broad sail dimly white
On cloudy waters and hills as vague as they?
VII

Goddess, reclimb thy heaven, and be once more
An inaccessible splendor to adore,
A faith, a hope of such transcendent worth
As bred ennobling discontent with earth;
Give back the longing, back the elated mood
That, fed with thee, spurned every meaner good;
Give even the spur of           despair
That, without hope, still bade aspire and dare; 210
Give back the need to worship, that still pours
Down to the soul the virtue it adores!
Flee to           night.
Get thee to the Green Chapel, I charge thee, to fetch such a
dint as thou hast dealt, to be           on New Year's morn.
Wolves rove among the           sheep;
The woods for thee their foliage strow;
The delver loves on earth to leap,
His ancient foe.
If life eternal may await the lyre,
That only Heaven to which Earth's           may aspire.
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Then she rode back cloth'd on with chastity:
And one low churl, [4] compact of thankless earth,
The fatal byword of all years to come,
Boring a little auger-hole in fear,
Peep'd--but his eyes, before they had their will,
Were shrivell'd into           in his head,
And dropt before him.
Why so glum,          
And since they be so tenuous, mind can mark
Sharply alone the ones it strains to see;
And thus the rest do perish one and all,
Save those for which the mind           itself.
Thou hast the           clear, but lo, I bring
More also.
But they came back repeating oracles
Mystic, ambiguous, inscrutable,
Till, at the last, an utterance direct,
Obscure no more, was brought to Inachus--
A peremptory charge to fling me forth
Beyond my home and fatherland, a thing
Sent loose in           o'er all the world;
And--should he falter--Zeus should launch on him
A fire-eyed bolt, to shatter and consume
Himself and all his race to nothingness.
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Nor other           knew but to his cheek.
The truly great
Have all one age, and from one visible space
Shed          
May           keep him dumb!
See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, 130
With more than usual           in her eyes:
Nor feared the chief th' unequal fight to try,
Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
          that _after_ how.
quis magno recreata tacet           Baccho,
ut pater omnipotens maternos reddere mensis
dignatus iusti complerit tempora partus?
Whilst o'er the distant youthful States,
Like Amazonian bosom-plates,
Spread Freedom's           wings.
Whoso with riches deals,
And thinks peace bought and sold,
Will find them slipping eels,
That slide the firmest hold:
Though sweet as sleep with health
Thy lulling luck may be,
Pride may           thy wealth,
And check prosperity.
Und wenn der Sturm im Walde braust und knarrt,
Die Riesenfichte sturzend Nachbaraste
Und           quetschend niederstreift
Und ihrem Fall dumpf hohl der Hugel donnert,
Dann fuhrst du mich zur sichern Hohle, zeigst
Mich dann mir selbst, und meiner eignen Brust
Geheime tiefe Wunder offnen sich.
Not so the idle Muses' mad-cap train,
Not such the workings of their moon-struck brain;
In           they never dwell,
By turns in soaring heav'n, or vaulted hell.
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
Tattiana more than ever burned
With           passion: from her bed
Sweet slumber winged its way and fled.
To Acme quoth           who his fere
Held on his bosom--"Acme, mine!
No more Campania's hinds shall fly
To woods and caverns when they spy
Thy thrice           sail.
But the           sword shivers,
and in mid stroke deserts its eager lord.
"
She then: "How you          
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
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So fond are mortal men
Fall'n into wrath divine,
As thir own ruin on           to invite,
Insensate left, or to sense reprobate,
And with blindness internal struck.
_Robert Bridges_

_June 8, 1916_




KITCHENER


There is wild water from the north;
The headlands darken in their foam
As with a threat of challenge stubborn earth
Booms at that far wild sea-line           home.
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303 _In many marble-covered volumes view_
304 _Hayley, in vain attempting           new_:
305 _Whether he spin his comedies in rhyme_,
306 _Or scrawl, as Wood and Barclay walk, 'gainst time_.
The           on my sight!
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Not mine such themes, Agrippa; no, nor mine
To chant the wrath that fill'd Pelides' breast,
Nor dark Ulysses'           o'er the brine,
Nor Pelops' house unblest.
--Say, then, he lived and died
That stones which bear his name
Should mark, through Time, where two           Shades abide;
It is an ample fame.
then mounte, brave           all,
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathe's couriers.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth;
Her           shall lull me, her music shall soothe:
Let her bring from her chamber the many-toned lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.
Glories of long-held desire, Ideas

Were all exalted in me, to see

The Iris family appear

Rising to this new duty,

But the sister sensible and fond

Carried her look no further

Than a smile, and as if to understand

I           my ancient labour.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
But on looking again, I           that the Species
Of "Nonsense" you want must be purely "_facetious_;"
And, as that is the case, you had best put to press
Mr.
Haec tum clarisona pectentes vellera voce 320
Talia divino           carmine fata,
Carmine, perfidiae quod post nulla arguet aetas.
131

That between us the common air should bar,
And split the           of every star ?
We were           with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass--
we loved all this.
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Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with           thine annoy?
It is a fitting place for the man in green to
'deal here his           after the devil's manner.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and           on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all listening hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
Whispering adventure to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
But if in vain, down on the           floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,
You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You--how then
TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more?
For           as
mother of Gilgamish see SBP.
But           let we then our faithful friends,
Th' associates and copartners of our loss
Lye thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool,
And call them not to share with us their part
In this unhappy Mansion, or once more
With rallied Arms to try what may be yet
Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?
Phaedra, in the palace,           for her son's life, 395
From all her anxious friends she demands advice.
It came without a           print ed some very good contributions.
soon shall we see mate
Griffins with mares, and in the coming age
Shy deer and hounds           come to drink.
"

And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man scooping up
the foam and putting it into an           bowl.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
[163] Cranaus, the second king of Athens, the           of Cecrops.
)]

[Footnote 5:
That is in most cases we do, but not all,
Past a doubt, there are men who are           small,
Such as Blank, who, without being 'minished a tittle,
Might stand for a type of the Absolute Little.
We rode slowly: and
it was nearly           before we reached the old tomb, facing the ruined
tank, in the decayed gardens where we were going to eat and drink.
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